Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Who Needs a Gym?

Ow. OW OW OW OW OW. Be prepared for some whining in this post, because OH MY GOD, THE PAIN IN MY LEGS.

I painted our bedroom yesterday. It's not very big, in fact, it's tiny, but it's big enough that it took me five hours. And I haven't even done the trim yet. I had expected my arms to be sore from reaching up and rolling on paint for hours, but what I was not anticipating was the incredible soreness of my legs.

Because our wooden step ladder is in the final stages of disintegration and is nothing more than a death trap, I elected to stand on a chair to reach the ceiling and higher parts of the walls. This worked fine, except for the fact that I had nowhere to set the paint tray, and so had to climb on and off the chair to get paint on my brush and roller. Up and down, up and down, for five hours. I have never used a Stairmaster, but I imagine it's similar to climbing on and off a chair.

If I may offer a bit of advice: Never use a Stairmaster for five hours. If you do, you will wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and find that it is extremely difficult to lower yourself into the right position. If you're a woman, that is.

I nearly fell down the cellar stairs this morning as I creaked along with a full laundry basket. My left leg in particular does not seem to want to support my weight. I'm really hoping I loosen up as the day progresses. At least enough that I can use the, ahem, necessary facilities without significant pain.

Okay, I'm done whining now. Over and ouch. I mean, out.


SaraPMcC said...

Yikes! Go sit down and put your feet up (if you can lift your legs to do so).

Chris said...

In college, I was a resident assistant in the dorms for a couple of years. One year, I had some football players living on my floor. Early in the season after two-a-day practices and weight lifting, their legs were very similar to how yours sound right now.

The toilets in our bathrooms didn't come out of the floor - they were like the ones in public restrooms with no tanks that come out of the wall. One of the larger guys had his legs give out as he was lowering himself down and took the whole toilet clean off the wall upon impact.

And personally, my muscles are always to most sore two day later - hopefully that isn't the case for you.

Ms Picket To You said...

OMG! This is completely me, except when I am limping around after a day of say, peeling wallpaper or lugging mulch or weeding, I lie and say something about the triathalon. Honestly, there is nothing more humbling that slowwwly lowering yourself to... you know... and being reminded that you damaged yourself overdoing housework.

Erin The Great said...

About a week ago I participated in a giant downhill slip n' slide activity. I must disclaim that it's been well over 10 years since I've engaged in such activities. After a few runs down the hill on this giant make shift slip n' slide, I was feeling pretty good about myself and my ability to still have fun...until I woke up to my alarm the next day wondering why I had lost my ability to move. It took me over 10 minutes to get out of bed and over to the toilet... I won't even comment on my adventure in there.

Carolyn said...

oh.... I hate painting!!